Written in the year 568 of the Day Era, on the eve of the Great Doomsday:
Kill to punish killing, kill to stop killing.
In this world, there is no such thing as right or wrong, black or white.
There are only strong and weak, and the weak are forced to obey the rules of survival set by the strong.
I never thought about saving anyone, I just happened to choose a path and walked on it unswervingly.
No ideals, no hopes, just step by step, following the bloody footprints of those who died for me.
Moreover, if I don't set foot on this road, who will remember them.